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KOSEBEOOK FARM 



A Rural Comedy in Three Acts 



By AROLYN CAVERLY CUTTING 

Author of " Rosemary " 



Copyright, 1913, by Dick & Fitzgerald 



NEW YORK 

DICK & FITZGERALD 

18 ANN STREET 



Note. — ^The professional acting rights of this play are 
expressly reserved by the publishers, to whom theatrical 
managers who wish to produce it should apply. Amateur 
representation may be made without such apph cation 
and without charge. 

EOSEBEOOK FAEM 

CHARACTERS V a\^ 

Darius Rowe Proprietor of the farm 

Thomas Rowe, his son Student at Harvard 

Bromfield Amesford A7i admirer of Browning 

Silas Partridge The village ne'er-do-well 

Ben The hired man 

Leonidas The chore hoy 

Letitia Rowe Sister and housekeeper of Mr. Rowe 

Alys Hodge The hired help 

Marian Sibley An orphan employed by Miss Rowe 

Mrs. Van Cort , Froiyi New York 

WiLLA Van Cort An old ''young girl" 

Tryphena Addams A maiden lady 

Tryphosa Addams Miss Tryphena' s younger sister 

Page Johnston A young Southern lady of fortune 

Adelina Miss Johnston's colored maid 

Time. — The present. 

Locality. — Western Connecticut. 

Time of Playing. — One and three quarter hours. 



SYNOPSIS 

Act I. — Parlor of the Rosebrook farm house. Summer 
afternoon. Aunt 'Tishy takes summer boarders. 
Tom goes back to the farm for his vacation. Silas 
"liked to a died alaffin" at Tom's stories. Darius 
Rowe's prejudice against scientific farming. Tom 
recognizes the farm hand. The colt in the corn 



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patch. Miss Rowe puzzled about Marian. 
Adelina threatens to ''bodaciously" box Lonny's 
ears. She also recognizes the farm hand, but 
promises not to tell. Aunt 'Tishy and Tom have 
a good old talk. Marian denies knowing Tom and 
is discharged. 

Act II. — Piazza of the Rosebrook farm house. An after- 
noon two months later. Miss Willa's and Miss 
Tryphosa's age discussed. Page tells why her 
jBance went away. Adelina offers to pick de chick- 
ens, and Tryphosa offers to make angel cake. 
Silas comes to see the ladies and tries to solve the 
mystery about Marian. Darius puzzled about 
the corn patch. Leonidas steals the berry pie. 
Alys refuses to call Tom "Mister." 

Act III. — Scene I, same as Act I. One month later. 
Mr. Amesford announces his engagement. Lonny 
breaks the plates while hiding a letter. Another 
engagement. Congratulations. Page's dream. 
The successful corn crop. Ben admits having tried 
scientific farming. Mystery concerning the "hired 
man" is solved. 

Scene II, same as Scene I. Next day. Silas and Miss 
RowE try to unravel the mystery about INIarian. 
Silas has the key to the " sitiwation." Tom and 
his aunt have another talk. Tom must see Marian. 
Marian com.es back for an explanation and the 
mystery is solved. "Forgive Tom, if you can't 
forgive me." Silas gets there for the "bless-ye- 
my-children act." Rejoicings at Marian's return. 
Happiness at Rosebrook Farm. 



COSTUMES AND CHARACTERISTICS 

Darius Rowe. — Age about 60. Wears outing shirt, 
trousers and white straw hat; he is a typical farmer. 

Thomas Rowe. — Age about 21. On first entrance he 
wears a dark traveling suit. Second entrance he 
is dressed like an ordinary farm hand, outing shirt, 
trousers and straw hat. 



4 Rosebrook Farm 

Mr. Broomfield Amesford.— Age about 45. He is 

dressed with much precision, in black. 
Silas Partridge. — Age about 45. Should look like the 

country ne'er do-well, outing shirt, trousers, coat 

and straw hat. 
Ben. — An athletic looking young man of about 21. He is 

dressed like an ordinary farm hand. 
Leonidas. — Age about 17. He is dressed like an ordinary 

farm hand. 
Letitia Rowe. — Age about 55. She wears ordinary 

house dresses. 
Alys Hodge. — Age about 30. Wears house dresses with 

apron. 
Marian Sibley. — Age about 20. Black house dress with 

apron for Act I. Neat summer dress and hat for 

Act III. 
Adelina. — A colored girl of about 15. She wears a gro- 
tesque costume of red and yellow. 
WiLLA Van Cort and Tryphosa Addams. — Ages about 

36. They wear light summer dresses, affecting 

youthfulness, with a touch of exaggeration. 
Mrs. Van Cort. — Age about 60. She wears showy 

summer dresses. 
Tryphena Addams. — Age about 45. She wears ordinary 

summer dresses. 
Page Johnston. — Age about 20. Wears stylish summer 

dresses. 



INCIDENTAL PROPERTIES 

Watch for Letitia Rowe. Cushions for Adelina. 
Fancy work for the boarders. Ear of com and letter for 
Leonidas. Flowers and vases. 



STAGE DIRECTIONS 

As seen by a performer on the stage, facing the audience, 
R. means right hand; l., left hand; c, center of stage; d. c. 
door at center; d. r., door at right; d. l., door at left; 
UP means toward back of stage; down, toward footlights. 



KOSEBROOK FARM 



ACT I. 



SCENE. — Parlor furnished in old-fashioned country style. 
Doors c. R. and l. Window down l. Table c. Sofa l. 
Chairs scattered about, mirror hung r. Footstool. Fan 
on sofa. DISCOVERED Alys at mirror arranging 
hair. 

Alys. Some v/ay I can't seem to get my hair fixed to 
look like Marian's. If I could I guess I should be quite 
pretty, an' kinder catch Tom's eye. Catch me calling him 
Mr. Thomas as 'Tishy Rowe wants me to! I guess I re- 
member when we went to deestrict school together. To 
be sure I was some older than he was, but my warn't he 
a cunning little chap? 'Tishy Rowe needn't think that I 
am agoin' to Mr. Tom him, nor Miss Rowe her, neither. 
I guess I am just as good as they are, if I do accommodate 
them when they need help. Bother the old hair! I guess 
there ain't enough of it to do it like Marian's. 

ENTER Letitia Rowe d. r. 

Miss Rowe. Alys, it is time for you to help Marian 
get the supper. Why are you idling here? Mr. Thomas 
will be here soon. Go into the kitchen, do. 

Alys. Mr. Thomas! I call him Tom Rowe, jest as I 
did when I used to box his ears for stealin' our red-cheeked 
apples. An' I shan't call him anything else, 'Tishy Rowe, 
jest 'cause he's been to college, so there ! 

[EXIT Alys, d. r. 

Miss Rowe. The airs that girl gives herself. If she 
were not a smart girl to work I would never keep her. 



6 Rosebrook Farm 

Her name is Abigail Adelaide, and she calls herself Alice, 
and spells it with a y, too. But she's a good worker, and 
Tom knows how to smooth her the right way. Dear Tom. 
(Looks at her watch) It's time he were here. How long 
the year has seemed. But Tom has been a good boy to 
write to his old auntie who loves him as well as if he were 
her own. His poor mother would have been proud of him. 
(Wipes her eyes) 

ENTER Darius Rowe d. l. 

Mr. Rowe. What 'Tishy, you snivelling? 'Bout that 
young sprig, Tom, I'll be bound. Cheer up, old sis, you are 
too old to cry about the fellows. 

Miss Rowe. You will always have your fun, D'rius, 
but you are just as anxious to set eyes on Tom again as I 
am. 

Mr. Rowe. Well, well, 'Tishy, I ain't denyin' it. 
Tom's a good fellow. He's wrote me reglar, and he ain't 
spent more money than he had to, I know that. 

Miss Rowe. Well, I want Tom to have some spending 
money, and I believe these boarders are going to pay. 

Mr. Rowe. You better believe they'll pay, or they 
don't stay. 

Miss Rowe. Now D'rius, you know what I mean. 
That's why I wanted to take boarders, so that Tom should 
have more spending money this last j^ear in college. 

Mr. Rowe. Well, I guess you'll get enough of it. But 
I shall feel paid for what he has cost us when he is the 
leading doctor of this town. I am in hopes old Doctor 
Hammett will take him as his assistant. 

Miss Row^e. Yes, and then Tom would get the prac- 
tice when the old doctor dies. 

Mr. Rowe. Die! He'll never die. He'll just keep 
on growing thirmer and drier, and some day he'll sail off 
in a high wind, horse and all, 'cause his horses are about 
as thin as he is. 

Miss Rowe. How you do talk, D'rius! But there's 
no denying the doctor is close. Close as a tight boot! 
Think how he never would help his half-brother, the 



Rosebrook Farm 7 

minister over in Hanley. And the minister died poor as 
a church mouse, and now they tell me that his daughter 
has to go out to housework; as pretty a girl, they say, 
as ever you saw. And the doctor, her own uncle, with 
plenty of money. 

Mr. Rowe. He's a tight-fisted old sinner, but he's 
got feelings if one could get at 'em. Where's the girl gone? 

Miss Rowe. I don't know. Silas Partridge says that 
she is pretty-behaved as can be, and good. But she is 
proud, and won't ask her uncle for a cent. {Goes to win- 
dow L.) Here comes Tom now, bless his heart! How big 
and handsome he is! 

Mr. Rowe (follows Miss Rowe to window). That's 
Tom for sure, and Silas Partridge is driving the stage. 

ENTER Tom d. l. followed after a moment by Silas 
Partridge 

Tom. Well, pater, how are you? (Shakes hands heart- 
ily, and clasps his father upon the shoulder) 

Mr. Rowe. Tom, my boy, we're glad to see you. 
Here's your aunt 'Tishy. (Tom takes her in his arms) 

Miss Rowe. Tom, Tom, you've grown to be a man. 

Tom. Well, don't let that scare you, auntie. That's 
what the girls like; and you are young and handsome as 
any of them. 

Miss Rowe. Oh, Tom, you haven't changed a bit. 
{Wipes her eyes) 

Mr. Rowe. Tom, you sad rascal, none of that talk 
before your old dad. 

Tom. Well, you know, pater, aunt 'Tishy is all the 
girl I've got. 

Silas Partridge (comes forward). Don't ye b'lieve 
him, Miss 'Tishy. He's a gay deceiver, an' a young gal 
like you ought to beware of him. 

Mr. Rowe. Ah, Silas, how are you? 

Silas. Wal, pretty well done up with this young 
sprout's stories. I've laffed steady ever since we left the 
Corners. Don't b'lieve he's done much studyin', 'cept 
studyin' mischief. Say, D'rius, do ye know what college 



8 Rosebrook Farm 

is for? Wal, I'll tell ye; it's for these 'ere young colts to 
gallop off their kickin' an' rarin' ways in, so't they'll be 
good for steady pullin' when they settle down. But talk 
'bout studyin'! You get Mr. Tom here to tell you some 
of his games. I like to 'a died alaffin'. Tell them, Tom, 
about the bathin' suits an' the ragman, eh? 

Tom. Hush up, Silas, and be off with you. The stage 
is waiting all this time, and old Turner won't let you drive 
it the next time he is laid up. 

Silas. Wal, good-bye Miss 'Tishy, don't let Tom get 
'round ye. D'rius, you get him to tell ye that story. So 
long, Tom, guess I'll go 'round to the kitchin an' look at 
Abigail Adelaide a minit. [EXIT Silas d. r. 

Tom. Silas is just the same old sixpence as ever. 

Miss Rowe. Yes, he always was a pest. And lazy! 
Mr. Turner never would have got him to drive the stage 
to-day if he hadn't known you were coming. He's kind 
of casting his eye at Alys; if he gets her he'll be some sur- 
prised. She'll work him. Well, Tom dear, I'll go and see 
about your supper. 

Tom. That's right, auntie, I'm just about starved. I 
hope you have got one of your pan-dowdies. I've wanted 
one ever since I left home. 

Miss Rowe. Tom, you know it ain't the time o' year 
for pan-dowdies; and besides, we have got some summer 
boarders, and we have to give them something else be- 
sides pan-dowdies. 

Tom. Summer boarders ! What do you mean? 

Mr. Rowe. Your aunt 'Tishy, my boy, is making 
haste to be rich. She was just crazy and beset to have 
boarders and nothing I could say would hinder. 

Tom. Pater, are you short of money? Isn't the farm 
paying as it used to? Tell me the truth. Is it on my ac- 
count that you are doing this? {Looks from one to the 
other) 

Mr. Rowe. No, no, my boy; it is only your aunt 
'Tishy's pride. She wants to have a hand in your spend- 
ing money, and she will have her head, you know. 

Tom. Auntie, dear old auntie, you shan't do this for 
me. 



Rosebrook Farm 9 

Miss Rowe. Yes, I shall too, Tom. I want to do it, 
and besides they are all here now and we can't send them 
away. 

Tom. We'll see about that ! Who are they, anyhow? 

Miss Rowe. Well, there are Mrs. and Miss Van Cort 
from New York, rather toney, and two maiden sisters 
from over to Farmmgton. 

Mr. Rowe. And an old bach, who talks to us about 
Browning, and a tired young thing from the South and 
a young lady of color. And I don't know how your aunt 
can reconcile it with her conscience to take their money, 
for I don't think any of them have got much, except the 
Southerner. 

Tom. Jolly party, eh? Sounds like an Old Ladies' 
Home. Well, I'll just go and get into my old clothes. 
It's a farmer's life for me now. We'll have to begin haying 
Monday, pater. 

Miss Rowe. No, don't change your clothes, Tom. 
You are going to sit at the table with the boarders. 

Tom. Well, is that a distinction? What do you and the 
pater do? Do you sit at table with them? 

Miss Rowe. Of course not. We eat in the kitchen. 
But I want you to sit with them. 

Tom. Not much I don't! Believe me! I eat in the 
kitchen. 'Rah for the pan-dowdy! Come on! 

Miss Rowe. Wait, Tom; I'll go and see if everything 
is ready. [EXIT Miss Rowe d. r. 

Tom. Well, pater, how goes the farm? Have you got 
over your prejudice against scientific farming? 

Mr. Rowe. No. What does it all amount to anyway? 
Send a boy to an agricultural college, and he comes home 
and despises all his father's ways and spends his time 
analyzing soils and expects the potatoes to grow without 
any hoeing, I wouldn't hear to any of that foolishness. 

Tom. I know it, pater, and so you are trying to make a 
doctor out of me. Well, it's all right. But who's helping 
you to run the farm? 

Mr. Rowe. Well, I have got a first class fellow now, 
strong as an ox, and takes as much interest as I do myself. 
Came along one day, and said he was broke and wanted a 



10 Rosebrook Farm 

job. I didn't know about hiring him that way, but your 
aunt was taken with him, so he stayed. He's a first class 
hand, and he can talk you into anything. I have been 
fool enough to let him plant corn in that old worn out 
field we were going to turn into pasture. It's no use; corn 
won't grow there. But he says he will forfeit his summer's 
pay if it doesn't turn out the biggest yield of corn on the 
place. I told him though that I would double his wages 
if he made his word good. That's safe enough, 

Tom. I don't know, pater. You may have been rather 
rash. He may know something about soils. 

Mr. Rowe, Soils? So do I Imow about soils; and I 
know corn won't grow in the South field. (Goes to window) 
He'll lose. There he goes now. (Calls out of window) Hey, 
Ben., come here a minute. (ENTER Ben d. l., hat in 
hand) Tom, my boy, this is — (Tom gives a start of astonish- 
ment, and while his father is staring at him, Ben. shakes his 
head in warning behind Mr. Rowe's hack) What, do you 
know each other? 

Tom, I — I have seen him somewhere. (Aside) Strong 
as an ox. 

Ben. At the last football game, wasn't it? I saw you 
there, 

Tom (choking). Yes, I think so. (Bursts out laughing) 
I — I can't get over the jokes Silas Partridge told in the 
stage, pater. (Mr. Rowe eyes Tom; Ben. turns away) 

Mr. Rowe. It has taken you some time to see the 
funny side of them, it seems to me, 

ENTER Leonidas d, l., running 

Leonidas. Whoopla, Ben! The colt is in your famous 
com patch, and by Jiminy ain't he jest akickin' up his 
heels! The air is full of young corn plants. Gee whiz! 
I'm out of ])reath! 

Tom. Hello, Lonny, don't you know me? 

LoNNY. Sure I do ; you're our college guy. Get a move 
on, an' help chase the colt, 

Mr, Rowb (cuffs Lonny' s ears). Take that, you young 
rascal, and mind your manners next time. 



Rosebrook Farm 11 

LoNNY {darts off shouting). Oh, you college! 

[EXEUNT ALL, D. L. 

ENTER Miss Rowe, d. e., followed after a moment by 

Alys. 

Miss Rqwe. Come to supper, D'rius and Tom. Why, 
where are they? 

Alys. They are all chasing the colt out of the South 
field. The boarders are through their supper, and Marian 
and I are going to clear away. 

ENTER Marlon, d. r. 

Marian. Come, Alys. 

Alys. Say, Marian, I'll do up the work tonight if 
you'll show me how to do my hair like yours. 

Marian. I'll do your hair, Alys, and help about the 
work too. 

Miss Rowe. Land, Marian, don't give in to her fool- 
ishness. Go and do your work, Alys, and let the hair dress- 
ing go. [EXEUNT Marian and Alys, d. r. 

Miss Rowe. Now isn't that just like Marian? She 
is a mystery. Anyone can see that she is educated, and 
yet she works as willingly as any hired help I ever had. 
Her clothes look stylish, but they are always very plain, 
and she is modest and well-behaved, and so pretty. If 
Miss Deacon Blodgett over to Hanley hadn't recom- 
mended her I shouldn't know what to think. 

ENTER Miss Tryphena and Miss Tryphosa, d. c. 

Miss Tryphena. Good evening, Miss Rowe. (Miss 
Tryphosa hows) Tryphosa and I feel grateful to Provi- 
dence for drawing our attention to your house. It is neat 
and quiet, and you have such a good cook. 

Miss Tryphosa (timidly). Yes, sister, and she is so 
very young and — and pretty. 

Miss Tryphena. " Handsome is that handsome does." 
I am sure that you have not forgotten that adage, Try- 



12 Rosebrook Farm 

phosa. But young people are so very thoughtless, are 
they not, Miss Rowe? 

ENTER Mrs. and Miss Van Cort d. c. The maiden 
ladies rise hurriedly and offer the sofa, which is rejected. 
All seat themselves in chairs. 

Miss Rowe. I speak of people as I find them, and 
Marian has proved very satisfactory. She is a good cook. 

Mrs. Van Cort. A good cook? Yes, well enough. 
But I miss our chef so much. He knew how to make the 
most delightful entrees. 

Miss Willa. Yes, indeed. It was a pity pa couldn't 
afford to keep him only just for our dinner party. 

Mrs. Van Cort. Willa, what do you mean? Don't 
say. foolish things. 

Miss Willa. Why, I thought— 

Mrs. Van Cort. Never mind what you thought. 
Our chef was objectionable in some ways. Miss Rowe. I 
am sure you understand. 

Miss Rowe. Yes, I think I understand. 

Mrs. Van Cort. This little farmhouse seems so 
strange after the way in which we have been used to 
spending the summer. 

Miss Willa. Yes, ma, it seems so good not to have 
a room on the sixth floor, and to have a bed all to myself 
and — 

Mrs. Van Cort. Willa! What silly talk! Do go 
and look out of the window, and be quiet. 

Miss Willa {goes to window). Oh, ma, here comes 
Mr. Amesford. Can't I talk to him? 

Mrs. Van Cort. Yes, my dear, you may. Put your 
hair straight. Young people are so giddy. 

Miss Tryphena. Miss Van Cort seems to have high 
spirits. I always try to have Tryphosa act ladylike, and 
I am sure you wish your daughter to do so. 

ENTER Mr. Bromfield Amesford, d. l. 

Mr. Amesford. Good evening, ladies. Miss Rowe, 
you have a beautiful view from your piazza. 



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Miss Willa (clasping her hands, gushingly). Oh, ma, 
I should so hke to see it! 

Mrs. Van Cort. Perhaps dear, Mr. Amesford would 
take you to look at it. 

Mr. Amesford. With pleasure. (Offers arm and 
turns to Miss Tryphosa) Will you not come too, Miss 
Tryphosa? 

Miss Tryphosa. May I, Tryphena? 

Miss Tryphena. Certainly, child, as Mr. Amesford 
so kindly invites you. 

Mrs. Van Cort (aside to Miss Rowe). How very 
forward ! It was Willa whom he wished to have accom- 
pany him. 

[EXEUNT Mr. Amesford, Miss Willa and Miss 
Tryphosa, d. l. 

ENTER Adelina d. c, bringing cushions which she ar- 
ranges in the corner of the sofa. Miss Johnston ENTERS, 
d. c, and reclines among the cushions. 

Adelina. Dar, Miss Page, now you'se comfor'ble. 
I'se gwine to leabe you now, an' fin' dat Lonnydust an' 
bodaciously box his ears. 

Miss Johnston. No, you will not, Adelina. What 
has the poor boy done? 

Adelina. Done? He ain' done nuffin. He's too lazy 
to do anything. But he called me names an' I'se gwine 
to box his ears till dey ring. 

Miss Johnston. What did he call you? 

Adelina. He call me fire shubbel an' I call him Bel- 
lerses; an' he call me Asy Spades an' I call him Belzerbud. 
S'pose I'se gwine to stan' dat? I'se gwine to fix him. 

[EXIT Adelina d. r. 

Miss Johnston. Adelina, come back. Oh, she's gone. 

Miss Rowe. Well, I'll go and look after them. 

[EXIT Miss Rowe d. r. 

Mrs. Van Cort. I am glad I did not bring my 
French maid. She would have been shocked at such 
insubordination. 

Miss Johnston. Very likely. People with as little 
personality as your French maid must be easily shocked. 



14 Rosebrook Farm 

Mrs. Van Cort. What do you mean, Miss? Do you 
doubt that I employ a French maid? 

Miss Johnston. No more than I doubt that you are 
a lady, dear Mrs. Van Cort. 

Mrs. Van Cort. Well, I am glad of that. 

ENTER Tom d. r., pulling along Adelina. 

Tom. Auntie, where did this little spit-fire come from? 
I beg your pardon, ladies. I thought my aunt was here. 

Mrs. Van Cort. If Miss Rowe is your aunt, young 
man, she is looking for that girl now. 

Miss Tryphena. I will go and tell her that the girl 
is found. [EXIT Miss Tryphena, d. r. 

Miss Johnston (rising). Mr. Thomas Rowe, I pre- 
sume? (Tom hows) Adelina is my maid. I am sorry she 
has misbehaved. Adelina, you go up to your room this 
minute. [EXIT Adelina, d. c. 

Mrs. Van Cort (rises). I must look for Willa and 
Mr. Amesford. Girls are so thoughtless. 

[EXIT Mrs. Van Cort, d. l. 

Miss Johnston. It seems that I must introduce my- 
self. I am Page Johnston from North Carolina. Won't 
you sit down, Mr. Rowe? 

Tom (hows). You are very kind, but — 

Miss Johnston. Don't say "but." I am so lonely 
with all those old ladies that I don't know what to do. 
They are so absurd. Besides, I want to ask you some- 
thing. 

Tom (sits, playing with a fan which he has picked up from 
the sofa). I am at your service. Miss Johnston. 

Miss Johnston. You are a college student, I believe. 
(Tom hows) At Harvard? (Tom hoivs again) Ah? indeed! 
I suppose you know a good many of the college fellows? 

Tom. Well, a few. 

Miss Johnston. I have been slightly acquainted with 
several fellows who were Harvard students. I had a 
distant acquaintance named Edwards — Carleton Ed- 
wards. He was on the football team. Did you ever hear 
of him? 



Rosebrook Farm 15 

Tom. I — I believe so. Yes, oh yes, I have. 

Miss Johnston. Is he still at college? 

Tom. No — er — I believe not. He left in the spring, 
I-er-think. 

Miss Johnston. Ah! Well, Mr. Rowe, you have a 
pleasant home here. That reminds me. I would like to 
speak to my maid. 

Tom. I'll go and send her to you. 

Miss Johnston. Oh, thank you. 

Tom (muttering aside, going to d. l.). Oh, you Mr. Ben 
Carleton Marsh Edwards, it's a pity you can't lay claim 
to a few more names. [EXIT d. l. 

Miss Johnston. I wonder why he left college. Well, 
I probably shall never see him again. {Puts handkerchief 
to eyes) But I thought he cared for me. I won't cry over 
him, so there! [EXIT d. c. 

ENTER Adelina, d. l., running in, pursued hy Tom. 
She stumbles over a footstool. 

Tom. Serves you right, you dusky piece of mischief! 
Why did you run away from me? 

Adelina. Whar's Miss Page? You said she was in 
de parlor. 

Tom. Begging your African Highness's pardon, I said 
nothing of the kind. 

Adelina. Oh, you fibber, you did. You said my mis- 
t'ess was in de parlor. 

Tom. Certainly I did. 

Adelina. Dar now! I catch you in one fib anyhow. 
You said you didn't said so an' den you said you said so. 
Hi, what you make ob dat? 

Tom. See here, now. Is your mistress's name Page? 

Adelina. It suttinly is. Miss Page Johnston ob No'th 
Ca'lina. I wan' to fin' Miss Page; I wan't to tell her 
somepin. 

Tom. Well, run along before you forgit it. 

Adelina. Fergit it? I reckon I ain' likely to fergit 
dat dat chap dat's made my Miss Page cry her purty eyes 
out is right here in dis house. I'se seen him. An' he's 



IS Rosebrook Farm 

dressed jest as common. Glad ob it! Serbes him right. 
I'se gwine tell Miss Page. {She starts off. Tom grasps her 
by the arm) 

Tom. No, don't tell her. 

Adelina. Shall too. 

Tom. You mustn't. 

Adelina. Shall too. 

Tom. See here now. If you tell her, she'll go away 
from here. And then you won't get any of those big water- 
melons that are growing down in the field. 

Adelina. Is dar? Hones' now? I won' tell her, no 
sar. [EXIT d. c. 

ENTER Miss Rowe, d. l. 

Tom. Hello, auntie. Just in time for one of our good 
old talks. 

Miss Rowe. Sit do\^Ti here, Tom, and tell me all 
about everything. You know you promised to tell your 
old auntie when you fell in love. Are you in love yet, sir? 
Look up, Tom. 

Tom. Nonsense, auntie! 

Miss Rowe. Tom Rowe, look me in the eye. You 
can't deceive your old auntie. Who is she, Tom? What 
is her name? 

Tom, How you find a fellow out! Her — her name is — 
Marian. 

Miss Rowe. And who is she, Tom? A good girl, 
I know, or you wouldn't care for her. But I hope she 
comes of good people. 

Tom. As good as there are, auntie. She is the daughter 
of minister Sibley over in Hanley. But she has put me 
on probation for a year. Heavens, auntie! what is the 
matter? 

Miss Rowe. I — I am a little faint, Tom. {Aside) 
Marian Sibley! 

Tom. I'll get you some water, auntie. 

Miss Rowe. No, no, Tom, don't go into the kitchen. 
Here, Tom, call Alys. {Aside) Marian Sibley! 

Tom {calls off n.). Alys, Alys! 



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ENTER Alys d. r. 

Alys. Well, Tom Rowe, you can holler as loud as 
you could when I used to catch you stealing our apples. 

Tom. Oh, Abigail Adelaide, it's you, is it? And you've 
stolen a name instead of apples. Did you think you would 
never get a new one without stealing it? But my aunt 
isn't well and you must look after her. What can we do 
for you, auntie? 

Miss Rowe. Just go away now, Tom. Go up stairs. 
Don't go into the kitchen. Promise me you will go up- 
stairs, Tom. 

Tom. Certainly, auntie, if you wish. Take care of her; 
sweet Abigail Adelaide — er — ^Alys. [EXIT Tom, d. c. 

Miss Rowe. Alys, where is Marian? 

Alys. She is in the kitchen. 

Miss Rowe. Send her here. Tell her I want to see 
her at once. 

Alys. Now 'Tishy, you're put out about something. 
If you have got any fault to find with that girl I want to 
know what it is. She is the best and the smartest and the 
patientest creature I ever see. And she is a born lady. 

Miss Rowe. Nonsense, Alys, send her here. (EXIT 
Alys d. r.) Doctor Sibley's daughter! I can't under- 
stand why she came here. Tom does not Imow that she 
is at Rosebrook Farm, and he must not know it. 

ENTER Marian d. r. 

Marian. Alys told me that you wished to see me. 
Miss Rowe. Why do you look so strangely at me? 

Miss Rowe. Marian, why did you come here — to 
Tom's very home. Was it maidenly to do that? 

Marian. Tom? I don't know what you mean, Miss 
Rowe. I know nothing about your nephew; I have not 
even seen him. What can you mean? 

Miss Rowe. Marian, do you dare to tell me an un- 
truth? You do know Tom, and I know it. 

Marian. Miss Rowe, how can you talk so to me? You 
have been so kind and I liked you so much! Oh, what 



18 Rosebrook Farm 

shall I do? I tell you solemnly that I do not know any- 
thing about your nephew, only what I have heard here. 

Miss RowE. Oh, Marian, to think that you could be 
so false! And I have trusted you. But you shall not 
meet Tom here. I will try to find you another place. In 
the meantime you must remain in your room. It was 
unwise and unmaidenly to come to Tom's home, but 
it was not wicked; but to tell untruths — that is wicked. 

Marian. Oh, Miss Rowe, I do not know what you 
mean. Tell me, tell me what I have done. 

Miss Rowe. You cannot deceive me. Go to your 
room. (Marian turns away weeping) Oh, my poor Tom! 

ENTER Alys d. r., pauses and holds up hands in dismay. 

Tableau 

Alys 



Miss Rowe 
c. 


Marian 

L. 


CURTAIN 




ACT II. 





Scene. — Piazza of Rosebrook farm house. An afternoon, 
two months later. Hammocks, garden chairs, work table, 
hassocks, etc. Door at c. leading into house. Steps at 
R. and L. of piazza leading off stage. DISCOVERED 
Mrs. Van Cort, Miss Willa, Mr. Amesford, Miss 
Tryphena, Miss Tryphosa a7ui Miss Johnston 
seated, doing fancy work or reading. 

Miss Tryphosa. Dear Rosebrook Farm. I never ex- 
pected to love it so much. I could stay here forever. 

Miss Tryphena. Tryphosa, I am glad you have 
sentiments that do you so much credit. But young ladies 
should never use strong expressions. "Forever" is an 
exaggeration, my dear. Try to express yourself with 
more propriety. 



Rosebrook Farm 19 

Miss Tryphosa. Thank you, Tryphena, I will try 
to be more careful. 

Mrs. Van Cort. The farm is well enough, and the 
people are unobjectionable, considering their station. But 
the cooking is not what it was. I don't see why Miss 
Rowe let that cook go. She has had two or three since, 
and I have hardly been able to eat anything. 

Miss Willa. Dear me, ma! You ate seven of those 
rolls for tea, and so much of that jelly cake that the rest 
of us had hardly any. 

Mrs. Van Cort. Willa, be quiet! Young people 
should be seen and not heard. Did you never hear that? 

Miss Willa. Oh yes, ma, about ten thousand times. 

Mrs. Van Cort. Willa! 

Miss Tryphosa. I don't mind about the cooking; I 
think it is good. But I do miss the young girl who went 
away. She was always so obliging. 

Miss Tryphena. Yes, dear, she was. And I am glad 
you noticed it. Young folks are apt to be so thoughtless 
about what others do for them. 

Mr. Amesford. I am sure the young person you 
mention was very superior. As I was passing the window 
one day I heard her quoting something from Browning. 
Now that is unusual, you know, in a young woman of that 
station. I was interested in her from that moment. 

Mrs. Van Cort. It is like your kind condescension, 
Mr. Amesford. But some people presume upon such 
kindness. (Glances meaningly at the maiden sisters) Willa 
has been wishing for some of the early apples down by 
the brook. Perhaps you would take her to gather some, 
Mr. Amesford? 

Mr. Amesford. Certainly, Madam, Miss Tryphosa, 
wouldn't you like some too? May she go. Miss Addams? 

Miss Tryphena. Would you like to go, Tryphosa? 

Miss Tryphosa. Yes, if you please. 

Miss Tryphena. Very well, then. Be careful of the 
wind; it makes sad work with one's hair. 

Mrs. Van Cort. Willa, do not eat too many apples. 
Remember now. 

Miss Willa. Nonsense, ma. 



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Mrs. Van Cort. Willa! 
[Mr. Amesford, Miss Willa, and Miss Tryphosa OFF l. 

Miss Johnston. Rowe's Brook — I wonder who had 
the bright thought to give such an appropriate name to 
the farm? 

Mrs. Van Cort. Oh, the nephew, I suppose. He 
seems to be bright enough, thougli one hardly ever sees 
him. But, Miss Tryphena, it seems foolish to me to hear 
you talk to Miss Tryphosa as if she were a young girl. 
People will laugh at you. What makes you look at me so? 

Miss Tryphena {embarrassed). Why, I — I — pardon 
me, I was just thinking the same thing about you, Mrs. 
Van Cort. 

Mrs. Van Cort. Me? You are impertinent! Miss 
Willa is but a girl compared with Miss Tryphosa. How 
old, pray, do you take Willa to be? {She rises) 

Miss Tryphena. Not a girl, surely. 

Mrs. Van Cort. And is Miss Tryphosa a girl? 

Miss Tryphena. She seems so to me. 

Mrs. Van Cort. How old is Miss Tryphosa, anyway? 
Fifty*? 

Miss Tryphena {rising). She — she is thirty-six. Will 
you pardon me, Madam, if I inquire Miss Willa's age? 

Mrs. Van Cort. Thirty-six! 

[Mrs. Van Cort off. l. and Miss Tryphena OFF r. 

Miss Johnston. They both have had their eyes 
opened at last. 

ENTER Miss Rowe, d. c. from house. 

Miss Rowe. All alone, Miss Page? I thought the 
other ladies were here. 

Miss Johnston. They were until a moment ago. Is 
anyone going to the post office this afternoon, Miss Rowe? 
I should like to send for some stamps. 

Miss Rowe. I will send the hired man for them, 
Miss Page. 

Miss Johnston. Thanks, so much. Do you know, 
I think that hired man is a very mysterious personage? 
I can never get near enough to him to see what he is like. 



Rosebrook Farm 21 

Miss Rowe. He is quite a remarkable young man for 
a farm hand. My nephew thinks very highly of him. 
They are almost inseparable. And my brother says he 
never had a hand that did so much. 

Miss Johnston. What is his name? He reminds me 
at a distance of some one I knew once. But he would 
never have soiled his hands with work in the fields. 

Miss Rowe. His name is Benjamin Marsh. 

Miss Johnston. Ah! Do you know, Miss Rowe, 
I am the most indolent girl in the world, but I like to see 
energy in others, especially in a young man. The man 
I marry must not be afraid of work; he must know how 
to work with his own hands. 

Miss Rowe. I suspect, my dear, if you will let me 
call you so, that there is a young man somewhere who has 
disappointed you in not working as you would like to 
see him. 

Miss Johnston. You are right, Miss Rowe. He was 
so provokingly easy and useless, and so sure of me, that 
one day I told him that it was only my money he wanted 
so that he could live an easy life. And he rose right up, 
pale as a ghost, and he said "You seem to be unaware 
that I have at least as much money as you. And as for 
work — I will show you that I can work, and you will see 
no more of me until I bring proofs, that I can work with 
my hands." Then he strode off high-and-mighty, and I 
have not heard from him since. 

Miss Rowe. Well, my dear, he will come back. He 
seems to be a young man of the right sort. 

Miss Johnston. How good you are to say so. I be- 
lieve he will come back. But I get tired of waiting. 

ENTER Miss Tryphena, from r. 

Miss Tryphena. I hope. Miss Page, that you did 
not think me rude to Mrs. Van Cort. 

Miss Johnston. Not at all. I thought she was rude 
to you, though. By the way. Miss Rowe, what has be- 
come of that pretty girl you had working for you when 
we first came here? 



22 Rosebrook Farm 

Miss Rowe. Well, she went away. And I have missed 
her every day. Three girls I have had in the two months, 
and now I am looldng for another. I am about worn out. 
Excuse me for speaking so; household matters ought not 
to be mentioned to you. But you have all been so,friendly. 
I — I believe I feel ill. 

ENTER Mr. Amesford, Miss Willa, Mrs. Van Cort 
and Miss Tryphosa, from l. 

Miss Tryphena. Dear Miss Rowe, if you would only 
let us help you. Tryphosa could help about the table, 
and — and I am a very passable cook. Please let us help 
you; you have been so good to us. 

Miss Tryphosa. Yes, please do, Miss Rowe. 

Mrs. Van Cort. For mercy's sake! What next? 

Miss Willa. The idea! 

Miss Rowe, It is very good of you to offer to do so 
much. But you are paying for your board. And then 
ladies like you do not laiow how to work. 

Miss Tryphena. Indeed you are mistaken. We do 
know how to work. We have always done the work of our 
little home, but this summer we had a small legacy left 
us, and we determined to spend the season in the country. 

ENTER Adelina, from r. 

Miss Tryphosa. Yes, we had always longed to so 
much. Now you will let us help you. 

Mr. Amesford. I hope that you will gratify these 
dear ladies. Miss Rowe. 

Adelina. Yaas'm, grapplepie dem. Miss Rowe. I'll 
pick de chickens, yaas'm. Oh, my! (Sitigs) 
Down in de hencoop on my Icnees 
I thought I heard de chicken sneeze; 
He sneeze so hard wid de whoopin' cough 
He sneeze his head an' his tail right off. 
Miss Johnston. Adelina, for shame! Be quiet! 
Adelina. Yaas'm, dat I will. Jes' as quiet as ole Unc' 
Mose when de preacher am talkin' 'bout jedgmen', an' 
Unc' Mose is 'feerd he's got fedders on his coat. 



Rosebrook Farm 23 

Miss Johnston. Adelina, hush! Go straight upstairs 
this minute. 

Adelina. Yaas'm. [Adelina OFF d. c. 

Miss Tryphena. Then you will let us help you, dear 
Miss Rowe? 

Miss Tryphosa. I think I could make angel cake, 
Miss Rowe. 

Mr. Amesford. None better, I am sure. Miss Try- 
phosa. (Bows) 

Mrs. Van Cort. What's this? Make cake! Willa 
could do nothing so menial. She could not even make 
bride cake. 

Mr. Amesford. Doubtless you are right, madam. 
(Bows) 

Miss Rowe. You are so good that I cannot resist 
your kindness. (Looking off r.) Here is Silas Partridge! 
What do you want, Silas? 

ENTER Silas, from r. 

Silas. Nothin', ma'am, 'cept to see you an' the other 
ladies, of course. That'll set me up all right. (To Mr. 
Amesford) How are you. Sir? You've more than your 
share of females here, seems to me. (To Miss Rowe) 
D'rius an' Tom down in the corn-field? Beats all how 
that Ben. o' yourn can make corn grow in that old field. 
D'rius ought to be proud of that field, but he ain't, — not 
a bit on it. He's snappish as an old dog. But then I can 
see that he likes Ben. An' Tom — massy sakes', he an' 
Ben. are like the Siamese twins, never apart. 

Miss Johnston. Yes; that is the only fault I have to 
find with Rosebrook Farm; one never sees anything of 
the only available young man. 

Silas. Mus' be a skurse thing to happen when you 
are 'round. Miss. Guess goin' to college has been too 
much for Tom, eh, Miss 'Tishy? 

Miss Tryphena. I am sure Mr. Amesford has been 
most kind, and has given us a great deal of his attention. 
How delightfully he reads poetry, — Browning's, you know. 

All. Oh, yes. 



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Silas. Wal, ladies, don't mourn; you can call on me 
any time. If I ain't here jest send Tom after me. 

Mrs. Van Cort. What impertinence ! Come, Willa. 

Miss Willa. The idea! 

[Mrs. Van Cort and Miss Willa OFF l. 

Silas. Say, do ye know why the old hen cackled? She 
was 'feerd the hawk would ketch her. But she needn't 'a 
been; she was too tough for his crop. 

Mr. Amesford. Ladies, the afternoon is beautiful. 
Shall we have a game of croquet? 

All. Oh, yes. How kind you are, Mr. Amesford! 

[Mr. Amesford, Miss Tryphena and Miss Tryphosa 
and Miss Johnston OFF r. 

Miss Rowe. Silas, you must be careful what you say. 
They do not understand you. 

Silas. Sorry, ma'am; but so many old maids kinder 
goes agin me. Did ye loiow that Doctor Hammett had 
sent for his niece to come an' live with him, an's promised 
her all his property? He's come to his feelin's at last. 
An' he's so proud of her that he can't hardly bear to have 
her out of his sight. 

Miss Rowe. No! Silas, do you know who the doctor's 
niece is? 

Silas. Should think I did! Didn't I tell her about 
your wantin' a good girl to help ye? An' wain't she a 
good girl? Why did ye let her go? But it's lucky ye did; 
that's what made her uncle give in. 

Miss Rowe. Silas! and you knew all the time that 
Marian was minister Sibley's daughter and the niece of 
our doctor? 

Silas. Sure thing! I thought of Tom; I was in hopes 
he might take a shine to her. 

Miss Rowe. Silas, they had met somewhere and were 
in love with each other. And she had put him on a year's 
probation. 

Silas. Sho, now! Then what made ye send her away? 
I shouldn't 'a thought Tom would 'a stood it. 

Miss Rowe. He didn't know who she was; he never 
saw her here. And she denied ever having even seen Tom, 
Silas. She did a very unmaidenly thing to come to Tom's 



Rosebrook Farm 25 

home, and then she told untruths about it. I sent her 
away so that Tom shouldn't meet her. 

Silas. An' he never knew she was here; an' she denied 
knowing' him. Marian ain't the girl to lie; I've knowed 
her ever since she was so high. {Measures with his hand. 
Scratches his head) There's some mystery here. I'm 
agoin' to know what it is. 

Miss Rowe. Silas, promise me that you will not say 
anything to Tom about her. Promise, now? Sh! Here 
are Tom and D'rius. 

ENTER Tom and Mr. Rowe, from l. 

Mr. Rowe. You here, Silas? I shall have to look 
after you, Sis. 

Silas. Sartin, sartin. (Silas winks) Wal, I don't 
know but what we shall hit it off yit. 'Tishy's been master 
kind lately. 

Miss Rowe. For the land sakes! What do you think 
of yourself, Silas Partridge? 

Silas. Pooty fair, pooty fair. Ye see, I been flattered 
up so much by the girls. Wal, D'rius, been lookin' at that 
corn patch? Beats all how it grows, don't it? What 
makes ye look so glum over it? 

Mr. Rowe. Well, the truth is that I didn't judge just 
right about that field. Ben. knew more than I did. I am 
a bit puzzled about it, though. 

Tom. Perhaps, pater, he has been trying a little scien- 
tific farming for you, and is too modest to mention it. 

Mr. Rowe. Not much! He knows what I think about 
such nonsense. But you and Ben. are thick as thieves. 
Best not to get into any mischief. 

Silas. Mischief! Say, D'rius, has Tom told ye that 
story 'bout the bathin' suits an' the ragman? (Miss 
Rowe rises hastily. Tom shakes his fist at Silas) 

ENTER Alys from house pushing Leonidas ahead of her. 
His face and hands are smeared with berry -juice. 

Alys. 'Tishy Rowe, I won't help you another single 
day if you don't keep this imp out of my kitchen. I found 



26 Rosebrook Farm 

him in the pantry eatin' berry pie, an' when he see me he 
give a jump an' knocked down four more. There's five 
gone. The boarders won't get any for supper. He ain't 
worth his keep. Such waste! 

LoNNY. Lemme go! They shan't be wasted; I'll eat 
'em. 

Alys. Not much you don't! Tom Rowe, help me 
hold him. 

Tom. Say ' ' Mister Tom ' ' then. 

Alys. I won't. Don't you pinch me, you limb ! Tom, 
help me; I can't hold him. 

Tom. I will, if you'll say ''Mister Tom." 

Alys. I won't! 0-0-oh! Let me once get hold of 
your hair, you wretch. Ow! Help, Mr. Tom, take this 
miser'ble scamp. (Lonny has wriggled about in her grasp 
and smeared her face with his berry-stained hands) 

Tom. Here, Lormy, you rascal, Abigail Adelaide does- 
n't paint; she is pretty enough without it. (Shakes Lonny) 
Young man, you'll pick berries enough for another batch 
of pies. And, Abigail Adelaide, I will help you make them. 

Silas. You're too bold, young feller. Abigail Adelaide 
is my gal. I've been meanin' to ask her for a dog's age. 
But she'll have me, I know; won't ye, Abigail Adelaide? 

Alys (looking doubtfully at Tom). I dunno. But if 
I ever do, Silas Partridge, you'll find you've got to do 
something besides loaf around all day. (Alys and Silas 
looking at each other, down l. Tom grasping Leo's shoulder 
DOWN R. Miss Rowe vnth upraised hands, up r. Mr. 
Rowe holding his sides in merriment, up l.) 

Tableau 

Miss Rowe Mr. Rowe 

R. L. 

Tom and Lonny Alys and Silas 

R. , L. 

CURTAIN 



Rosebrook Farm S7 

ACT III. 



Scene. — Same as Act I, One month later. DISCOV- 
ERED Mrs. Van Cort and Miss Willa on sofa l., 
Mr. Amesford seated at window, Miss Tryphena 
and Miss Tryphosa helping Miss Rowe arrange the 
flowers. 

Miss Tryphena. There! Are the flowers in the right 
place, Miss Rowe? 

Miss Rowe. Yes, they look just right. What a help 
you ladies have been to me the last month. But I shall 
never take a cent of board from you. 

Miss Tryphena. Yes, you will, dear Miss Rowe. 
Why, it has been a pleasure for Tryphosa and me to help 
you. Something to do was the one thing needed to com- 
plete our enjoyment. We were so used to working, you 
see. 

Miss Tryphosa. Yes, indeed! And my angel cake is 
nearly perfect now, isn't it. Miss Rowe? 

Miss Rowe. It couldn't be improved; it is simply 
perfect. 

Mr. Amesford (rising hurriedly). And why shouldn't 
the angel cake be perfect when a perfect angel makes it? 
Ladies, Miss Tryphena some time ago granted me per- 
mission to pay my addresses to her sister, and last night, 
our Browning night, Miss Tryphosa, like the angel that 
she is, consented to make me the happiest man on earth. 
My dear friends, I hope that you rejoice with me in the 
announcement which these dear ladies have empowered 
me to make. (Takes Miss Tryphosa's hand and kisses it; 
repeats the act with Miss Tryphena) 

Miss Willa. Oh, ma, you told me that it was — 

Mrs. Van Cort. Hush, Willa, not another word! 
(Miss Willa covers her face and runs out d. c.) Miss 
Tryphena and Miss Tryphosa, I congratulate you upon 
the success of your devices. Mr. Amesford, I hope you 
will have no reason to regret the very serious step you 
are taking. 



23 Rosebrook Farm 

Mr. Amesford. Never, my dear madam, never. You 
are very kind, madam. [EXIT Mrs. Van Cort proudly 
D. c. and Mr. Amesford d. l. 

Miss Rowe. Dear Miss Tryphosa, I am so glad. I 
do believe you will be very happy. 

Miss Tryphena. Congratulate me too, my dear Miss 
Rowe, for I am not to lose my sweet girl. Mr. Amesford 
has consented to share our little home, and as he has some 
money, we shall all live very comfortably. 

Miss Rowe. I do congratulate you, Miss Tryphena. 
You deserve every good thing. 

ENTER Miss Johnston d. l. 

Miss Johnston. May I wish the bride happiness too. 
I have just heard the good news from Mr. Amesford. 
(Kisses Miss Tryphosa) 

Alys (in the doorway r.). And so has everybody else 
on the place, I guess. I never saw a man so beside himself; 
he left his Browning out in the dew all last night. (A 
crash is heard) Mercy sakes! Lonny's at his tricks again 1 
[EXIT Alys d. r. returning immediately with Leonidas 
scuffling) Here's this pestiferous boy in mischief again, 
'Tishy Rowe. He's broken a pile of plates now, the worth- 
less scamp! 

LoNNY. I didn't mean to do it, honest Injun, Miss 
'Tishy. Honest to goodness I didn't. I was just climbing 
up to get a letter I hid up in the cupboard. Leggo, won't 
ye? 

Miss Rowe. Let him go, Alys. Where is the letter, 
Lonny? Who was it for? 

LoNNY. It was for that New York woman, what do 
ye call her? I thought I'd hide it a few days to spite her, 
'cause she's so bumptious, her and the old one. 

Miss Johnston. I think he means Miss Willa. 

LoNNY. That's the one. The letter was for her. 

Miss Rowe. Why, Lonny, don't you know better 
than to detain letters belonging to other people? Go and 
get it this minute. 

Alys. And see that you don't break any more dishes, 



Rosebrook Farm 29 

mind that now! (EXIT Lonny d. r.) I hope he catches 
it for this, 'Tishy Rowe. 

ENTER Lonny d. r. 

Lonny. I've caught it all right, and it wam't such a 
job neither. {Hands letter to Miss Rowe. Alys tries to 
cuf him, but he darts under her hands and goes whooping 
OFF D. R.) 

Miss Rowe. Alys, take this letter to Miss Willa, and 
tell her that I will explain its delay in reaching her. 

[EXIT Alys d. c. 

Miss Tryphena. We have had such a happy summer 
here, Miss Rowe, How little we suspected what Provi- 
dence had in store for us when we came. 

Miss Tryphosa. I shall always love Rosebrook Farm 
for the happiness I found here. 

ENTER Alys d. c. 

Miss Rowe. Did you give Miss Willa the letter and 
the message? 

Alys. I gave her the letter, but she was so excited 
over it that I guess she didn't sense anything about the 
message. 

ENTER Mrs. Van Cort and Miss Willa d. c, wreathed 
in smiles. 

Mrs. Van Cort. Allow me, ladies, to introduce to 
you the future Mrs. Scheydam. Willa has just receiv^ed 
a proposal from a very old friend. 

Alys (aside). Then he'll be just about old enough for 
Willa. 

Mrs. Van Cort. They have been interested in 
each other from early youth, but misunderstandings 
separated them, and he made another choice. But now 
he is a lonely widower with five sweet children, and his 
heart has returned to its old allegiance. So Willa is to 
be a happy bride very scon. 



30 Rosebrook Farm 

Miss Johnston. We all congratulate you, Mrs. Van 
Cort, and wish Miss Willa much happiness. 

All. Oh, yes! 

Mrs. Van Cort. I hope no one will suffer the pangs 
of jealousy at the good fortune of my child. It is such an 
ignoble feeling. 

Miss Johnston. Well, you may set your heart at 
rest as far as I am concerned, my dear Mrs. Van Cort. 

Miss Willa. I am going to have a fine wedding. Ma 
says we will have the same chef we had for the dinner 
party. 

Mrs. Van Cort. Willa! Young people should be 
seen and — 

Miss Willa. Ma! If Mr. Scheydam ever says that 
old saw to me I'll get a divorce; and if you say it to me 
again before the wedding I'll never get married at all. 
So there! 

Mrs. Van Cort. Willa! 

[EXIT D. c. Miss Willa followed hy Mrs Van Cort. 

Miss Johnston. They say that one marriage makes 
many; it seems to be true of engagements. 

Miss Rowe. Perhaps, my dear, we shall soon have 
the pleasure of hearing of yours. 

Miss Tryphosa. Oh, I hope so, Miss Page. 

Miss Tryphena. I am sure we all wish Miss Page 
that happiness. 

[EXIT Miss Tryphena and Miss Tryphosa, d. c. 

Miss Johnston. I had such a strange dream last 
night, Miss Rowe. I dreamed that the corn sheaves Avhich 
the men have been putting up in the South field, all came 
walking up the hill two by two. You may imagine how 
amazed I was. Well, all at once one of them stepped 
toward me saying "I am Ben. and once you promised to 
marry me." Did you ever hear of anything so very ab- 
surd? [EXIT D. c, laughing 

ENTER Mb. Rowe and Tom d. l. 

Mr. Rowe. Well, Sis, I may as well admit that Ben. 
has certainly got the better of me. The work in the South 



Rosebrook Farm 31 

field is done, and we haven't such a crop of corn anywhere 
on tlie place. I am puzzled though, I own. 

Tom. Well, pater, it is pretty clear to me that you 
will have to come down with double wages for Ben's 
summer's work. 

Mr. Rowe. That's so, my boy. And I don't begrudge 
it. The corn will square that. But I am nonplussed. A 
man doesn't like to own himself beaten by a fellow less 
than half his age on his own farm. 

Tom. Oh well, pater, you are generous enough to own 
yourself mistaken and to give a fellow his due. 

Miss Rowe. Yes, D'rius is set enough when he thinks 
he is right, but if you can convince him that he is wrong, 
he gives in. 

Mr. Rowe. But what I can't puzzle out is how he 
knew that he could raise corn on that ground. When I 
tried it I hardly got my seed back. 

Tom. Perhaps he tried scientific farming, pater. 

Mr. Rowe. Tom, will you never stop harping upon 
that string? It's all foolishness I tell you, and it took 
something more than foolishness to grow that corn. 

Tom. Well, pater, the best way to find out how Ben. 
did it is to ask Ben. himself. 

Mr. Rowe. All right. Have him come up to the 
house, if he will. He has hardly been within a row of 
apple trees of the house this summer except to steal in 
the back door like a thief. I guess he is bashful before 
women folks. 

Tom {goes to window and calls). Lonny. 

ENTER Leonidas, d. l, 

Lonny (carrying ear of corn). Tom, see the red ear 
of corn! Gee, don't you wish you had a girl? Jiminy! 

Mr. Rowe. Lonny, go and tell Ben. to come up to the 
house. I want to speak to him. 

Lonny. Yep! All aboard! Toot, toot, too-oot! 

[EXIT Lonny, d. l. 

Miss Rowe. That boy is enough to try the patience 
of a samt. 



32 Rosebrook Farm 

Tom. He's a crude youngster. But he may turn out 
something after awhile. 

Mr. Rowe. a long while, I guess. 

ENTER Ben. d. l., glancing quickly about room. 

Ben. You wished to speak to me, Mr. Rowe? 

Mr. Rowe. Yes. Sit down, Ben. I want to con- 
gratulate you on the yield of com in the South field, and 
to aclmowledge that you were right and I was wrong. 

Ben. No, Mr. Rowe, you were right. Corn wouldn't 
grow in that field at the time you said it wouldn't. 

Mr. Rowe. Nonsense, Ben., do you think I am a 
sissy to need that sort of taffy? 

Ben. It is no taffy. You were right. Corn wouldn't 
grow there. 

Mr. Rowe. But it did. 

Ben. Yes, afterwards. (Mr. Rowe gives an angry snort) 

Tom. Better make a clean breast of your iniquity, Ben. 

Ben. All right, old chap. Well, you see, Mr. Rowe, 
the fieid was there and doing no good. And I fancied 
that corn could be raised there. I had spent a year at an 
agricultural college in the line of research. It was a fad 
of mine. So I sent a sample of the soil to an old professor 
of mine and he advised me what chemicals the land needed. 
I supplied them in the fertilizer you allowed me to buy, 
sir, and — and that is all. 

Mr. Rowe (rising). By the great horn spoon! Scien- 
tific farming! Tom, you unsanctified rascal, you knew 
about this. 

Tom. Only when it was all over but the shouting, 
pater. Ben told me about it when I came home. 

Mr. Rowe. Well, I am — 

Miss Rowe. D'rius! 

Tom. You needn't say it, pater. We know your feel- 
ings. 

Mr. Rowe. You two young reprobates! Now you 
tell me the truth. When Tom came home it wasn't the 
first time you had met. 



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Tom. No, pater, you are right. But I didn't know Ben. 
was here until I reached home. 

Mr. Rowe. Likely story! 

Ben. It's the truth, Mr. Rowe. And I didn't know 
you were Tom's father, though I had often seen him at 
college. 

Mr. Rowe. So you were at college. And now you 
are a farmer. What is the mystery? Who is he, Tom? 

Tom. Well, he was center on our foot ball team. A 
great man, pater, a sure winner! 

Mr. Rowe. No wonder he is strong as an ox. But 
why did you hire out to farm? 

Ben. Well, I had hard luck, and I had to give up col- 
lege for a while. (Starts to his feet as Miss Johnston EN- 
TERS D. c. 

Miss Johnston. Is Miss Rowe — Carleton! 

Ben. Page! 

Miss Johnston. Why are you here — in those clothes? 

Ben. I — oh Page — I am Ben. 

Miss Johnston. Ben — Carleton, what does this mas- 
querading mean? Can it be possible — have you been 
here all summer? Were you the hired man? 

Ben. Yes, Page. I have been working as you told 
me to. 

Miss Johnston. But — but you were here before I 
came; you couldn't have followed me here. 

Ben. No, Page, you followed me. (Miss Johnston 
covers her face) Page — Page — (Holds out his arms) 

Mr. Rowe. Wait a bit, young man. Tom, who is 
this hired-man, college-fellow, center-chap? 

Tom. He is Mr. Carleton Benjamin Marsh Edwards, 
pater. He is the promising scion of an old Boston family, 
and he has been earning money for the first time in his 
life. 

Mr. Rowe. Well, he has earned it, double wages and 
all. He's a man, every inch of him. But why did you 
do it, Mr. Edwards? 

Ben. Well, Mr. Rowe, the young lady to whom I was 
engaged told me I could not work and — 

Mr. Rowe. You have been the best hand I ever had. 



34 Rosebrook ^aroi 

Ben. Page! Do you hear that, Page? (Miss John- 
ston sohs) 

Miss Rowe {smooths Page's hair). There, there, my 
dear! 

Ben. Page, are you satisfied now? (Page rises sud- 
denly and stretches out her arms) 

Tableau 

Miss Rowe. Mr. Rowe 

R. L. 

Tom 

c. 

Page Ben. 

R. L. 

CURTAIN 



Scene II. ^awe as Scene I. Next day. DISCOVERED 
Miss Rowe, Miss Tryphena, Miss Tryphosa, 
Mr. Amesford and Miss Willa talking eagerly. 

ENTER Mrs. Van Cort, d. c. 

Mrs. Van Cort. What is this I hear? Carleton 
Edwards' son? 

Miss Rowe. Yes, it is true, Mrs. Van Cort. He has 
been our hired man this summer. 

Mrs. Van Cort. Ah, I always thought that hired 
man was surprisingly distinguished. How many times 
I have remarked that, Willa. 

Miss Willa. If you did, ma, you never told me. 

Mrs. Van Cort. Willa, be quiet. Young peop — 

Miss Willa, Ma, beware! 

Mrs. Van Cort. Willa! 

Miss Tryphena. But, my dear Miss Rowe, how ro- 
mantic for him to find his young lady here! 

Miss Tryphosa. And he knew it all summer. I don't 
see how he waited. 

Mr. Amesford. Mr. Edwards' family are among the 



Rosebrook Farm 36 

very first. I have just mentioned to yomig Mr. Edwards 
how I used to know his father in my young days. (Sighs) 

Mrs. Van Cort. Then I should think you might 
have recognized his son. 

Mr. Amesford. Pardon me, madam, I do not see 
that that necessarily follows. 

Mrs. Van Cort. Mr. Amesford's acquaintance with 
the gentleman in question was probably very slight in- 
deed. Come, Willa, you have your letter to write to 
Mr. Scheydam. 

Miss Willa. Oh, bother the letter, ma. 

Mrs. Van Cort. Willa! 

[EXEUNT Mrs. Van Cort and Miss Willa, d. c. 

Mr. Amesford. Dear Miss Tryphosa, let us take a 
walk and talk over this surprising occurrence. Will you 
not come too, Miss Tryphena? 

Miss Tryphena. Thank you, Mr. Amesford, but I 
must be packing as we are going home so soon. Tryphosa 
I am sure, will be equal to entertaining you. 

Miss Tryphosa. Thank you, Tryphena. 

[EXEUNT Mr. Amesford and Tryphosa d. l. Try- 
phena D. c. 

Miss Rowe. That will be a happy marriage, I believe. 

ENTER Silas d. r. 

Silas. Good evenin', 'Tishy. All alone? Waitin' for 
a beau, eh? Well, I'm bespoken, but the right feller'll 
happen along some day. 

Miss Rowe. Silas Partridge! Are you losing what 
little sense you ever had? 

Silas. No, no. Miss 'Tishy. But I'm gettin' to be a 
big feller, I tell ye. Was up to see the doctor last night 
an' make a call on Miss Marian, 

Miss Rowe. Marian! Is she happy now? How does 
she seem? 

Silas. Wal, I don't think she seems very happy. But 
it ain't the old doctor's fault; he would git her the moon 
if she cried for it. Old doctor was right on his good be- 
havior; asked 'bout Tom; seemed a good 'eal int'rested 
when I told him Tom was goin' to be a doctor. 



S6 Rosebrook Farm 

Miss Rowe. I would give anything if I could unravel 
the mystery about Tom and Marian. 

Silas. Wal, 'Tishy, what'll you give me if I'll help 
you out? 

Miss Rowe. Oh, Silas, have you found out anything? 

Silas. Wal, I dmmo's you'd call it anything, but I 
ruther guess it's the key to the whole sitiwation. 

Miss Rowe. Silas, if you can make things clear to 
me, I'll see to the wedding for you, when you and Alys 
are married. 

Silas. Done! It's a bargain. Wal, Miss' Tishy, you 
jest ask Mr. Tom sometime if he ever heard tell of a feller 
called Clarence Mountford. 

Miss Rowe. Well, go on, Silas. 

Silas. That's all. Jest ask him. Goodby, Miss 
'Tishy. 

[EXIT Silas d. l. 

Miss Rowe. Silas! He's gone! Of all the provoking— 

ENTER Leonidas d. r., pursued by Adelina. 

Adelina. Here now, you Lonnydust, you jes' gib me 
dat red ear. I wants it pertickler. 

LoNNY. So do I. {Catches up a chair and holds it be- 
fore him) 

Adelina. But I wants more dan you do. You duimo 
what to do wid it. 

LoNNY. You bet I do; I know a girl — 

Miss Rowe. Lonny, stop your talk, do. 

Adelina. Miss Rowe, I want dat red ear bad, 'deed 
I do. 

Miss Rowe. What do you want it for? 

Adelina. I wants it to cunjer wid, [EXIT Lonny 
D. R., snapping his fingers) Ow! He's gone! Here, Lonny- 
dust, you — {Runs after him. EXITS d. r. Miss Rowe 
sinks into a chair) 

ENTER Tom, d. l. 

Tom. What, all alone, auntie? Now that's jolly! How 
long has it been since we had a good talk together? And 
I want to talk to you about Marian. Sa>-, auntie, what 



Rosebrook Farm 37 

can I do? I can't stand it much longer. The year isn't 
up until Christmas, but I've got to see her or hear from 
her some way. She put me on a year's probation because 
she said we had not been acquainted long enough to know 
our own miiids. I know mine anyway, and I must know 
hers. 

Miss Rowe. Sit down here, Tom. I want to talk 
about something too. 

Tom. What is it, auntie? You look solemn as an owl. 

Miss Rowe. Tom, I want to ask you a question. 
Will you answer it? 

Tom. I will, cross my heart. Fire away, auntie. 

Miss Rowe. Tom, did you ever hear of a yomig man 
called Clarence Mountford? And oh, my boy, what is 
he to you? 

Tom. Why, auntie, he's — he's myself! 

Miss Rowe. Yourself, Tom? Oh, Tom, be careful. 

Tom. Look here, auntie, what's up? Clarence Mount- 
ford was the part I took in the play at our club last Fall. 
The fellows called me that name for weeks after. You see 
I pulled off the part rather well. What's to pay, anyway? 

Miss Rowe. I am afraid I must pay for an act of 
injustice. I don't quite see how it all happened, but I 
fear I have clone wrong. 

Tom. Nonsense, auntie, you couldn't do wrong. Now 
let's have our talk. 

Miss Rowe. Tom, I can't now. Will you go out and 
find your father? [EXIT Tom, d. l. 

Miss Rowe. This mystery must be cleared up at once. 

ENTER Marian, d. c. 

Miss Rowe (rising). You, Marian? 

Marian. Yes, Miss Rowe, I couldn't rest any longer 
without coming to you to beg you to tell me why you 
treated me so. 

Miss Rowe. Marian, I was just going to send for you. 
I have found out something, and I want to know the rest. 

Marian. I don't know what you mean. Miss Rowe. 

Miss Rowe. Did you ever hear of a young man called 
Clarence Mountford? 



38 Rosebrook Farm 

Marian (starting up). Silas Partridge told you. I be- 
lieved he was a friend to me. 

Miss Rowe. Silas told me nothing. But he men- 
tioned the name, and I have been puzzling over it. Won't 
you answer my question, Marian? 

Marian. Yes, Miss Rowe, I do know Clarence Mount- 
ford. And a nobler young man never lived. 

ENTER Tom d. l. followed by Mr. Rowe. 

Miss Rowe. Has — has he any other name? 

Marian. Any other name? 

Tom. Yes, he has another name, Marian. What a 
scoundrel you will think me, but upon my honor, Marian, 
it never occurred to me that you might never have heard 
my true name during your visit to Cambridge. Marian, 
can you like plain Tom Rowe as well as you did Clarence 
Mountford? (Starts toward her) 

Marian. Wait, Clar — T-Tom, I mean, I see it all, 
Miss Rowe; you thought I came here to be with Tom, and 
then denied that I knew him. But Tom, why, oh why, 
did you call yourself Clarence Mountford? 

Mr, Rowe. Tom, you are a disgrace to the good old 
name of Rowe. 'Tishy, I see now why Marian left us. 
'Tishy, own up now, like a man. 

Miss Rowe. D'rius, say anything you like to me. 
I deserve 'most anything. Marian, can you ever forgive 
me? 

Mr. Rowe. How can she forgive such a set of thick 
heads? Tom, I am ashamed of you. 

Tom. I am ashamed of myself, pater. Marian, oh, 
Marian — 

Miss Rowe. Forgive Tom, Marian, if you can't me. 
(Sohs) 

Marian (putting arms about Miss Rowe). It will be 
easy to forgive both. (They embrace) Tom and his father 
shake hands) 

ENTER Silas, d. l. 

Silas. I thought I'd jest about git here for the bless- 
ye-my-childern act. 



kosebrook Farm S3 

Marian. Silas, you have befriended me again; this 
tangle of mistakes is smoothed out. 

Silas. Wal, Marian I would do anything for ye; your 
mother was an angel of light, an' she was not above no- 
ticin' a poor boy that come barefut to work for her father. 
I'll never forgit it. An' you're your mother's own daughter. 

Miss Rowe. I thought you had gone home, Silas. 

Silas. Not much! I kinder suspicioned there'd be 
something doin', and so I hung 'round. An' when I see 
Marian goin' in to your house, I jest kinder thought it 
was time for me an' the doctor to have a little talk. 

Marian. Silas, does my uncle know? 

Silas. Wal, he knows pooty much all about it, I guess. 
An' he thinks Tom is 'bout the right thing. He's glad 
Tom's goin' to be a doctor. "I shall have somebody to 
leave my practice to" sez he. 

Miss RowE. Oh Tom, just what your father and I 
always wanted ! 

ENTER Ben. and Miss Johnston, d. c. 

Tom (shaking hands with Ben.). Congratulate me, 
old chap; I am the happiest fellow alive. 

Ben. No, Tom, my dear fellow, you're blind, that's all. 

Miss Johnston. Marian! So there was a mystery 
after all. 

ENTER Mrs. Van Cort and Miss Willa, d. c. 

Mrs. Van Cort, Well, we have got our packing done. 

Miss Willa. It didn't take long to pack the things 
I've got. 

Mrs. Van Cort. Willa, be quiet! 

Miss Willa. Well, ma, you know I am perfectly 
destitute of clothes. Thank goodness you will have to 
get me some before I am married. 

Mrs. Van Cort. Willa! 

ENTER Mr. Amesford, Miss Tryphena, and Miss 
Tryphosa, d. l. 

Miss Tryphosa. Marian here? Oh Marian, have 
you heard how happy I am? 



40 Rosebrook Farm 

Marian. Yes, and I wish you joy, Miss Tryphosa. 

Miss TrypheNa. We are so glad to see you again, 
Marian. I hope you have come back to cook. 

Tom {stepping forward and taking Marian's hand). 
Yes, Miss Tryphena, but only for me. 

Mr. Amesford. Bless my heart, how romantic! It 
reminds me of something in Browning. 

Mrs. Van Cort. Marry a co'ok! 

Miss Willa. The idea! 

ENTER Alys, d. r. 

Alys. 'Tishy Rowe, you just come out here and put a 
stop to this racket, or I'll go straight home and leave you 
with all the supper dishes to do up. 

ENTER Adelina quickly, d. r., pursued hy Leonidas. 

LoNNY. Here, you stick of licorice, gimme my red ear! 

Adelina. No sar, not much! I'se gwine to cunjer wid 
dat corn. 

Miss Johnston. Adelina, give the boy his property. 

Adelina. Take it den, you fat Teddy bear. But I'll 
cunjer ye yit. 

Ben. Here, Lonny, give it to me. (Lonny gives it) 
Here's a chap that has a use for a red ear. (Holds it out 
to Tom) 

Tom. All right, old chap. Friends, Marian and I ex- 
pect you all to come to our wedding bye-and-bye. 

Marian. Yes, Tom, all the summer boarders! 

Tableau 
Tryphena, Willa and Mrs. Van Cort 
Adelina and Leonidas l. 

R. Mr. and Miss Rowe 
c. 
Mr. Amesford and Miss Tryphosa Silas and Alys 

R. L. 

Tom and Marian. Ben. and Page. 
c. 

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